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The Ming Family held immense power in the entire Linhai City; no one would dare to provoke them, and it was unthinkable for anyone to flaunt their strength in front of the favored Third Young Master of the Ming Family.
However, in a vast world, one could encounter all sorts of characters.
On his eighteenth birthday, the Third Young Master of the Ming Family, Ming Xiting, who had been secretly raised by them, found himself surrounded by a group of wealthy young men attending his birthday party.
The group encircled Ming Xiting, scrutinizing him from head to toe.
Those who came to celebrate the young master's birthday were either rich or noble. They had often crossed paths since childhood and were quite familiar with one another. However, due to Ming Xiting's frail health growing up, he had always been tutored privately and was somewhat spoiled, so this group had never actually seen him before.
As a result, they instinctively mistook Ming Xiting, dressed in slightly outdated clothing, for some newly recognized illegitimate child from another family, believing he had snuck into the party through the back door.
Ming Xiting had round apricot-shaped eyes that seemed to hold a clear spring, pure and bright. His thin lips were a deep red, resembling ripe cherries, vibrant and dripping with allure. The corners of his eyes carried a hint of pink, reminiscent of peach blossoms blooming in early spring, adding a unique charm to his appearance. He slightly pouted his lips, intending to look fierce; however, to others, he appeared even more adorable.
"Who are you?" Ming Xiting asked in a crisp voice.
"Who are we?" The leader of the group sneered. "You might not know who we are, but you should at least recognize whose house this is. This is the birthday banquet of the young master of the Ming Family. How dare you, an illegitimate child, come here? I really don't know which family raised you without any manners."
Ming Xiting's eyes widened in disbelief. Were they talking about him?
"You are the illegitimate ones! This is my home! Get out!" Ming Xiting's face flushed with anger. How rude could these people be? How could his parents invite such individuals?
Ming Xiting was exceptionally good-looking, but his words were far from pleasant. The leader's expression changed instantly as he stepped forward and suddenly shoved Ming Xiting with force, saying maliciously, "Your home? When did the Ming Family add someone like you? We've never seen you before! Wearing such cheap clothes and daring to come here—your audacity is truly remarkable."
The suit was an old style worn by Ming Xiting's father many years ago.
At that time, the family business had yet to make a name for itself in the industry, so this suit was a private order made by Mrs. Ming, who had saved up to buy it for her husband. However, after more than twenty years, even the most stylish designs had become outdated, and the fabric had faded, making it look somewhat shabby. Nevertheless, it held special sentimental value, which is why Ming Xiting chose to wear this ill-fitting and less-than-splendid suit on his coming-of-age day.
Before he could reveal his identity, the leading young man shoved him into the fountain behind him.
In that moment of falling into the water, Ming Xiting looked around in panic, only to see the crowd glaring at him as he splashed down, showing no intention of helping him. He sank into the water.
The fountain wasn't deep, but Ming Xiting remained submerged for quite a while without surfacing. The group initially froze in shock before moving closer to check, only to find the clear water of the fountain empty and devoid of any presence.
Ming Xiting wasn't a strong swimmer, but at that moment he summoned all his strength to swim upwards. Logically speaking, the fountain's water was only about a meter deep; he should have been able to stand up. Yet no matter how hard he tried, his feet couldn't touch the bottom. A wave of inexplicable panic surged within him as he swam towards the light above.
Suddenly, something fell from above.
As Ming Xiting swam closer, he realized it was a person. Holding his breath, he focused on the face of that person and was startled to see someone who looked exactly like him.
The figure wore a long robe that flowed gently in the water. Under the dim blue light below the surface, their features appeared strikingly cold and beautiful; their skin was as delicate and white as mutton fat jade, with brows like distant mountains, exuding an ethereal quality that seemed untouched by the mortal world.
In his state of panic, Ming Xiting reached out to grab that person. However, as soon as he touched their icy arm, a flash of white light flickered before him, causing him to instinctively shut his eyes.
When he opened them again, he was horrified to find himself holding onto his own self dressed in his father's old suit.
Ming Xiting couldn't comprehend what was happening; when he let go, that body began to sink. Realizing it was indeed his own body left behind, he felt trapped—unable to release or pull back. Gradually running out of oxygen, Ming Xiting ultimately had no choice but to let go.
He swam upstream, his robe flowing in the water like a mermaid in the deep sea, dreamlike and exquisite. As he approached the surface, he began to hear more voices calling out, "Young Master, are you there?"
It was a boat.
With his last ounce of strength, he slapped the side of the boat and weakly shouted, "Help!"
Then he opened his weary eyes to see several people on the boat.
All of them were dressed in ancient-style robes like him, surrounded by the river with no sign of modern photography equipment, roads, vehicles, streetlights, or power lines in sight.
In an instant, he felt his hands losing strength and realized he was about to slip into the water. The people on the boat quickly reacted, reaching out to grab him and shouting loudly, "Young Master, you're still alive!"
That was the last thing Ming Xiting heard before losing consciousness.
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